Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.